The next day, the revival event site was calm and ended successfully.

Lei Qianjun's secretly hung heart was considered to have fallen to the ground.

"It's time to see the last day now!"

Isn’t all my preparations for tomorrow’s fundraising activities?

If the fundraising can go smoothly, everything will be easy. If there is any accident, Lei Qianjun will get angry.

So no matter who it is, don't make things difficult for me tomorrow.

"Lao Gu, this matter cannot be just on Chu Mufeng's side. Let our people keep a close eye on the event site, especially the bastards in Zhongyi Society. If they dare to make trouble again, they will beat me to death."

Lei Qianjun was full of anger. He was really angry at what Hei Jiu did. We have never ate a festival with you, but you came to me to step on the ground.

OK, who is not carrying a head with two shoulders, and who is more ruthless, who is afraid of whom? It’s just that the white knife goes into the red knife and does this happen.

"Yes!" Lao Gu had already made all preparations and turned around and started making arrangements.

"Master, let's go back!" Zhang Fugui whispered.

"good!"

...

The fundraising event is held at Linhai Hotel near the venue.

Linhai Hotel is an industry affiliated to Yimaozhai. It is Lei Qianjun's investment in the catering industry in addition to antiques and cultural relics. In terms of scale, it is definitely not comparable to Liuguo Hotel, but it is not small.

There are private rooms of all sizes and a large banquet hall for business.

The fundraising event is held in this banquet hall.

At nine o'clock in the morning, it was already full of guests.

On the chairs next to the big round tables, the shop owners who were attending the event were invited to participate. Some had done their jobs, while others did not make a clear statement.

But no matter what, since you have come, no one will take a penny without taking a penny, just to come and join in the fun, then pat your butt and leave.

"You guys say, how much money can Boss Lei raise in this fundraising event today?"

"Who knows this, it shouldn't be missing!"

"I think it will cost tens of thousands of oceans at least, right?"

"Ten thousand oceans? There are so many people here, you look down on people too much, right?"

"You can't say that, after all, fundraising is based on voluntary action, and the more you donate, the less you donate, it's all your heart."

...

A low whisper like this sounded on every table.

Everyone whispered, wanting to ask how much money the other party was going to donate, and then he had a good idea.

But this kind of temptation is actually meaningless.

Who can sit here is not an old fox? They are waiting to see other people's attitudes. They want face and are unwilling to spend a lot of money.

So the scene here looks lively, but in fact they all have ulterior motives.

Chu Mufeng also sat at a table.

He was surrounded by some shop owners, so they naturally knew Chu Mufeng's identity, so everyone took the initiative to talk, wanting to get close to each other and contact him.

Faced with this situation, Chu Mufeng refused everyone.

Building connections is one of the things he needs to do in Peking City right now. Connections may be useful at any time, and the more they are, the better.

Besides, if you don’t hit people with a smile, others will smile and please others. Chu Mufeng can’t ignore it with a stern face, right? That’s not his style.

The activity begins in this harmonious atmosphere.

The first person standing on the stage to speak was Lei Qianjun.

"Dear young and old men, I am very grateful to you for taking your time to participate in this fundraising event held by my Maozhai. I believe you all know the purpose of the event, that is, fundraising funds, used as military expenses for replacing equipment for the troops garrison outside the city."

"I sincerely hope that everyone here can offer patriotism and do something within their ability for the soldiers and brothers outside the city."

Lei Qianjun stood in front of the crowd, glanced at the audience with bright eyes, and said with a full breath.

"Boss Lei said it well. The troops garrison outside the city are for the old and young men in our Beiping City. We cannot say that we are unfair to our brothers. This time, our Baoshengtang will definitely support us! On behalf of Baoshengtang, I donate 8,000 oceans!

As Lei Qianjun finished speaking, a figure stood up from a table without any hesitation. He opened his mouth and said eight thousand oceans.

"Boss Yang is so generous, good!"

Lei Qianjun nodded slightly and smiled at this side, and said with a high tone: "Since Boss Yang has already started, we will start now! I still say the same thing, donate more and donate more by voluntarily, and never force it."

Until now, Lei Qianjun has not said the amount he wants to donate. It is not that he cannot say it, but that he cannot say it now. If he really says it, the amount will shock the audience.

After this surprise, there are two extreme reactions, either by enthusiastic donations or silently.

If you say that if the former is the one, everyone will be happy, but what if the latter is the one?

Lei Qianjun naturally could not be so hasty.

Of course, because there had been arrangements before, as he walked down, Zhang Fugui came on stage to host the donation activity began.

None of the merchants in the audience wanted to hesitate and signed up to donate.

"Our Babaotang is willing to donate 6,000 oceans!"

"Our Sihai Pavilion donated 4,000 oceans!"

"I, Ding, is willing to donate ten thousand oceans!"

...

Listening to the strings of numbers in his ears, Chu Mufeng was also secretly excited.

No matter what the starting point of these people is, they are all good because they are willing to use the real money to fund the troops garrison outside the city to resist the Japanese, which means that the blood flowing in their bodies has not cooled down and is still burning.

It is better to be a ghost under the knife than a slave to the destruction of the country.

That's all.

Of course, after such donations passed in the first moment, the amount of donations below was obviously smaller.

After all, not everyone is a big businessman, most of the people sitting here are ordinary businessmen, and some are even just ordinary buyers.

It is already rare enough for them to give out money to donate, and they can't force everyone to move thousands of times.

"It's probably just like that!" Lei Qianjun looked at the slow donation process and muttered softly. It was beyond expectations that so many donations could be raised this time.

"Boss Lei, don't worry!" Chu Mufeng smiled at Lei Qianjun, who was very satisfied with this result.

"Don't be anxious?"

Just as Lei Qianjun's puzzled expression, several figures suddenly walked in. As soon as the leader showed up, he said loudly: "How can I not support you with such a grand event in Yimaozhai? Boss Lei, my Chu Bao is willing to donate 30,000 yuan!"

Thirty thousand oceans!

The moment this number was shouted out, even Lei Qianjun was shocked. This was the largest amount in the donation activity today, and the largest amount before that was only 10,000 oceans.

"This is Zhang Guangsheng, the president of the Chu Bao newspaper!"

"Oh, no wonder you are so rich and powerful!"

"The Chu Bao is indeed a model in the Beijing City newspaper industry. I donate to him. In the future, I will definitely only read the Chu Bao newspaper!"

Lei Qianjun had also identified Zhang Guangsheng's identity, and quickly stood up to receive it himself, stretched out his hands and said, "President Zhang, thank you for participating in the fundraising event held by my Maozhai, and thank you for your righteous donation."

"Boss Lei, look at what you said, you have no choice but to work hard to hold such a patriotic event. Does it mean that I, Zhang Guangsheng, don't even have this awareness? Don't worry, my "Chu Bao" will definitely support you to the end!" Zhang Guangsheng shook his hand, then looked to the side, and said respectfully after seeing Chu Mufeng.

"Hello, Chief Chu!"

"President Zhang, thank you for your donation." Chu Mufeng sat firmly on Diaoyutai and said calmly.

"It should be, this is what our newspaper should do!" Zhang Guangsheng said with a smile.

Just kidding, the boss has spoken, can he not respond actively?

"Come on, President Zhang, please sit down and talk!" Lei Qianjun greeted him.

"good!"

Just as Zhang Guangsheng sat down, several figures walked in outside the door, and the leader was Ma Wu, who was dressed in a well-designed manner.

"Boss Lei, even if you hold such an event, my Taiping Car Store has nothing to do with the collection industry, and is willing to do your best and donate 20,000 yuan!"

Ma Wu's loud voice resounded throughout the audience.

Everyone was upset when they heard this.

The car is ready!

Why are they willing to give away 20,000 yuan to donate?

When did those who drive rickshaw make so much money? And even if they make money, are those who drive rickshaw so patriotic? The 20,000-yuan ocean is not drawn, it is real money!

What is the origin of this Taiping Car?

What was surprised naturally also included Lei Qianjun.
To be continued...